Flashback 1 : Funny Komiks

I've beentrying to organize all the stuff inside my drawers and found several Funny komiks (yes, komiks, that's how it is spelled) neatly stacked at the bottom. I had a surge of nostalgia after seeing those materials that got me interested in reading at the age of 4. I remember then, asking my mom to buy me a copy of FK every Friday, and would throw a tantrum if she forgets to bring one back from a nearby newspaper stand. Reminiscing how i always follow the (mis)adventures of Combatron, Little Ninja, Super Blag, Niknok, Eklok, Viktar Istarkid, Planet opdi Eyps, Twinkee & Exhor, AX, etc. made me realize how simple life was at that time compared to the kind of recreational stuff that kids today get interested in.

It's kind of surprising how I managed to keep a 1984 issue of Funny komiks (same year I was born) . I wonder if it's worth anything much right now, but for me that material is proof that my idiot of a brother actually bothered to read when he was a kid ^_^. It's also a reminder that Filipino comics then should not be underestimated and I do believe, should be continued for the next generation's children to enjoy. Efforts of reviving such industry by Pinoy illustrators, comic artists and even Director Carlo Caparas (though I still cant forgive him for accepting the National Artist award conveniently given to her by Gloria as a favor, and being a big douche proclaiming himself loved by the "masang pilipino" therefore making him deserving of such prestigious award. But then again that's a different story) is very much appreciated.

I dont know what else I can find inside my drawer (hopefully, no sleazy things that I kept when I was a kid ^ ^), but guess I would have to brace myself this time for a nostalgic adventure of reminiscing my childhood.

I cant believe I'm doing this...

Hmm...I still don't know why I suddenly decided to start a blog. I already told myself a long time ago that creative writing is not really my forte. I guess I could consider being stubborn as one.

There's a lot of things in my mind. I get to express them by talking to myself sometimes. Heh. Kinda scary, but sometimes I do that. Dont get me wrong, I do have friends. Lots actually (well, at least that's what I think). But the feeling of being vulnerable by speaking what's in your mind can be frightening at times.

Cowardice? Hmm, I dont think so. It's actually more like i dont want anyone to get offended or at least get bored of whatever it is that I'm thinking. Defensive as it may sound, I think I'm just very considerate to what others would think of me.

Insecure? Hmm...probably. I grew up having not much confidence in myself. Growing up, I always find myself getting into unpleasant situations that pulls down my self-esteem before it even gets a chance to launch itself into a higher ground. It's good that i can now laugh at those experiences whenever I try to remember them. Most of them are really embarassing. Only a few fractions can be considered disastrous, confusing, and even downright pityful. Oh well, like Chritine Lahti's character in Studio 60 said: "Trust me, it’s like seasickness. You think you’re gonna die, and everybody else just thinks it’s funny."

So... what the hell have I been talking about and how is it related to this blog? Hmm..I honestly dont know.